Week Three, Day One
You might notice that this update is kind of late. That’s because I couldn’t convince myself to get out of bed this morning. “It’s dark out…maybe it’s even raining (it wasn’t). My head kind of hurts. I’m tired. It’s just a mile, I’ll do it later.”
So I ran a mile after work today. I didn’t want to do it then either – that’s why I usually work out in the morning. Went out the front door feeling grumpy. It was humid and hard to breathe, mosquitoes were biting me, my neighbor’s yippy dog almost took a chunk out of my leg.
About halfway through I started to think about something my friend Lesia posted yesterday about Angi. On her facebook page, Angi had the quote, “I live life like a child at a carnival, all bright-eyed and excited.” And she really did.
Me? Not so much. I’m a worrier, a planner for the worst case scenario, waiting to see what might go wrong. Maybe it’s an occupational hazard, but I suspect I was like that way before law school. But after I thought about Angi and how happy and optimistic she was every day, the second half of the run was a lot better. I noticed how green the grass in the park was. I smiled at the kids riding their tricycles on the path. Even that yippy dog looked kind of cute.
And tomorrow, when my alarm goes off, I’m going to remind myself how lucky I am to be able to get up and run.